Open Poetry #41 |
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I Don't Want to be a Peter Pan |
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Jaime Fradera Senior Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 843Where no tyranny is tolerable |
No Peter Pan. The worst I would want to be perceived in public, is as someone who is needy and clinging, who can't control the disgusting flow of his emotional secretions. someone who's development has been arrested. I DO NOT want to seem a peter pan. Yet if I tell others of my psychic ferment, accidentally let them glimpse the raw, bleeding exposure, an unannounced avalanche of feeling in public, What else are they going to think of me than to send me back to "the other place?" And saying: am I really fifty, or just five? Something has broken open within me. There is blood in there, old pain, old business that has been neglected far too long. There is a kind of raw and untamed pint-up energy in there, pressing for, demanding to be released, RIGHT NOW! But of one thing I am completely certain: It is the very animating force of Life itself that appears to be thrashing me, performing psychic surgery on me. I can't tell them this in public. But I long so deeply to be held ... And that office girl in church? How could she have known what I have shared with very few? Today, no sooner did I walk through the door than she was RIGHT THERE, as if by forethought. And then, right there, in public, I was in her arms, or was it she in mine? The fullest, tenderest hugs I can remember or ever describe. In her lush and full embrace, I knew Heaven while still standing on this depleted, beaten planet. She had to run, she apologized ... I meant to tell her how she, the goddess of generosity, had lifted me to Paradise. No, that would be embarrassing ... I wanted to confide in her. But what? needy, clinging peter pan? I don't understand. I don't understand the sudden spells of moodiness. I don't understand why the office girl is so solicitous? It is the joy that Midnitesun brought into my life some years ago, when this century was new. But is it pleasure received, or pleasure given? Am I being held? Or do I hold? Is it the love so freely given me? Or is it the love that I impart? with equal gratitude impart to my new friend? I'm fifty, and I don't quite understand this unsightly, putrid, messy, this awful strange and freaky thing called Life. Tomorrow is but another page in a story still unfolding. And I'll need no reading light to get through this one ... Southern Cross |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
A wonderful flow of thoughts and experience...James |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
very real, personal, and powerful 'write!' |
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EagleScorpion Senior Member
since 2000-03-08
Posts 1644Here, Now, Forever |
to be a peter pan is a wonderous thing , because you are different from the established norm.. they watch you as you sail over them.. and they wonder why? why are you just another flying being blind and oblivious but uncaring |
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Clang Member
since 2005-12-15
Posts 222 |
I'm glad it's working with the office girl! Awesome! |
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Midnitesun![]()
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Jaime, friendship with you is...a forever reality. Hold onto your dream catcher, and know that all who take time to know you, love you. Don't ever be embarrassed about wanting to be loved...it is the essence of being human, to want to give and receive love. |
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